I love you, tomorrow! Yes, tomorrow is the day I finally get banded. I'm sure I should be more excited, but instead I have a whole bunch of doubt.
I have not been anywhere near successful with the 10 day pre-op diet. I cheated the first day with a piece of cherry delight. Two days later, when I thought they were postponing surgery again, I had Mexican with the family. The next day I didn't eat anything all day while waiting to hear from the surgeons and cheated again that night with a steak that Hubster grilled. I was a good girl through the weekend. Then the monthly visitor came (despite continuous birth control to keep the bitch from visiting at all) and I tried desperately to stay strong, but caved. I had a grilled stuffed burrito from taco bell and half of Munchkin's small blizzard last night.
If I can't adhere to 10 days of a strict diet, how am I going to learn to live with the rules of the band? What if I'm going through all this and just screw it up? I feel like a failure already because I couldn't stick to the pre-op, even with the inspiration of those who have gone before me and totally rocked it.
I'm not looking forward to the fact that I have to accomodate the unwelcome guest. She always makes life miserable, especially toward the end of her visit...which will be post-op. And yeah, this is the first time I've ever had to have surgery with her accompanying me to the OR. Could she get anymore overbearing?!
Today is the day we say goodbye to our furfriend, Kazak. We had a good time last night at puppy class, and we gave him his own dish of vanilla soft serve when we got home. The weather has been great this week and we got in some good long walks and games of fetch, as well. We have a heartful of wonderful times with him and hopefully those can overcome the heartache we're feeling right now. I hope he's able to know just how much we love him and what a great part of our lives he has been.
See you on the other side.....